'I stood outside when all was grey, couldn't see a thing
One by one the drops of rain soaked me to my skin,
Took away my pain, gave me back my grin'

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Lost (Without a Trace)

Dedicated to victims of bullying

Feeling lost amongst the popular, a pin within a stack of hay

When waking up feels way too hard and harder still with each new day

No friends at all who understand, no one to lean on for support

Nothing to do and here I am, a rabbit, in the lights I'm caught

Don't tell me that you understand

Not even if you've felt the same

You don't know how it feels for me

It's brand new rules, a brand new game

It's such a shame

Nobody sees

They're hurting as they hinder me

But they will know, I'll make them see

They never should have messed with me

I'm lost amongst the popular, one blade of grass, a field of green

The superficial, all the same, they do not even know my name

They think they do, they make them up, they taunt me as they steal my lunch

They never stop, they never will, they do not even have a hunch

Don't tell me that you understand

Not even if you've felt the same

You don't know how it feels for me

It's brand new rules, a brand new game

It's such a shame

Nobody sees

They're hurting as they hinder me

But they will know, I'll make them see

They never should have messed with me

They never should have picked on me

Revenge is sweet and all my teeth, yes they are sweet

Not just the one but all by gums, perhaps my tongue

Enjoys the taste, no thought for haste, it's such a waste

I'll take my time to prove them fools,

These faceless tools that rule in school

I swear I will forget them all

Don't tell me that you understand

Not even if you felt the same

You don't know how it felt for me

With brand new rules, a brand new game

It's such a shame

They could not see

They hurt me as they hindered me

But they will hinder me no more

I'm stronger now than once before

And when in years to come I find myself reflecting on these years

I'll shed no tears, recall no names, or evil games or faces all the same

With cruel expressions, no, not one more second of my life will go

A waste of time, a waste of space, now gone, without a trace

Copyright 2010 J.B.O'Halloran

Monday, 27 September 2010

She

She dreamed of twisted butterflies and seeing still with hollow eyes and colour blind though she was still she wasn’t blind to see the kill at least until she felt the thrill and felt the chill of broken will upon her broken window sill her molten pill it made her ill

She dreamed of death and cheating life so much she took her blade her knife and took her mouth she opened wide and made her smile last all her life she smiled for pain and smiled for screams she smiled for terror haunting dreams she smiled because she couldn’t speak she smiled as blood fell down her cheek

She was the one she always knew the dirty things that she could do and long she dreamed she'd do to you the very things she'd seen you do and now has come her time to shine to play Picasso with your mind you only have yourself to blame and long will you recall her name



Monday, 20 September 2010

Dark the Days

Look at where the wind is blowing

Look how dark the days are growing

Every day seems to be slowing

Look how fast the years are going

What is wrong with still not knowing

Every tear I cry is showing

Cannot dry when it is snowing

Ashes fall and dust is flowing

Like how when I fall below in

Closed within what I am owing

Not enough to start me throwing

All my toys like bricks with dough in

Come to life like pots to grow in

Plants to water, soon be showing

Reaping, duh duh dum dum, sowing

Shut the door before you go in

Nothing wrong with still not knowing

On that note I should be going

With the wind that still is blowing

Look how dark the day is growing

Sunday, 19 September 2010

The Time will Come

In the midst
of all
the mixed
emotions
come
like sudden rain
Sodden
are the ones
who search the sky
for someone
there to blame
Dry will be the ones
beneath umbrellas,
packed,
precautious,
smart
Some will offer
space to others,
those we call
the warm of heart

In the midst
of madness,
rain torrential,
undiluted
pain
Hurting
are the ones
who scream
at fellow sufferers,
insane
Saved will be
the ones
who step
into the wet
to offer help
Those who die
to save another,
those who act
in spite of self

In the midst
of kindness,
cruelty,
selfish,
selfless,
human,
beasts
Bared will be
the human heart,
the human soul
will be released
Gone will be
the time to think,
to contemplate,
what we would do
Time will come
to look upon,
the truth of self,
for me,
for you

Dance with me

The sky is weeping, watch it pour

Rain of tears worth waiting for

Take my hand and come with me

Dance with me in misery

Dance with me in spite of sorrow

Dance like there is no tomorrow

If tomorrow never comes

Who will dance beneath the sun?


When our bodies break and drift

Like the moisture in the mist

When are gone the ones we kissed

Who is then to speak of this

When our names are gone from thought

Like the waste of cash we bought

All the lessons we were taught

All the things for which we fought


Will it be we never were?

When all this is all over

Did we ever truly live

Did we take and did we give

Did we love and did we feel

Was it ever really real

When we cannot be recalled

Were we really here at all


Take my hand and dance with me

Close your eyes and try to see

Let us freeze reality

Burn it on the memory

So when we have danced our last

We will leave a tale to share

For our children and for theirs

Voices echo from the past